I ought to explain that, though this verse was written by me, it's actually from the viewpoint of a much-loved daughter. The incident in question must have happened some time in the late 'fifties or 'sixties; I imagine we were on holiday at Westward Ho! but I no longer recall in what year.
Dorothy asked her whom she meant to marry when she grew up, and she replied without hesitation, "Why, Daddy, of course !" And I'd even forgotten writing this verse until I turned it up in the collection of sonnets I wrote for Dorothy.
When I get bigger
And we'll all sail away
And all day in the sun